Apparently, the answer is "a choice". So said the congregation when the pastor asked them this morning. Right on cue, all 200 parishioners piped in their answer in unison.
I said "a warm gun".
This is why I don't belong in church. But I went this morning, bright and early, as a special birthday present for Grandma. The message was alright; the pastor is a brilliant public speaker (which is the last thing I was supposed to get out of going). I missed most of the message, though, because I was engrossed (emphasis on gross) in watching my cousin, age 10, dig around in her nose and eat what came out.
I did hear the pastor say "Turn or burn!" I laughed, thinking he was making a joke, but he was dead serious.
Next year, I'm buying Grandma flowers.